Five Poems by Fay L. Loomis

 

Afternoon Heat 

 

blood red oleander blossoms 

against a pale blue sky 

 

I want to weep 

 

 

 

Chrysalis 

threads of fear cocoon me 

chrysalid, I must break the fragile web 

unwrap my paralyzed wings 

open the years of parentheses 

 

 

 

Matrix 

 

we hold each other in everlasting arms 

as we travel the meandering path 

between the pairs of opposites 

back to divine source  

 

 

 

Yes, T.S. 

we are voices 

mumbling in the dark 

unheard 

unheeded 

 

tongueless creatures 

gesticulating 

groping 

grovelling 

 

unable to comprehend 

god 

or  

godlessness 

 

 

Young Girls of the Land

 

He who has ears, let him hear.  Matthew 11:15 

 

anguished ones testify 

girls to women, truth to power 

 

penetrate deaf ears 

remove scales of blindness                       

 

scribe their pleas 

in your heart

  

Fay L. Loomis leads a quiet life in the woods in Kerhonkson, New York. A member of the Stone Ridge Library Writers and the Rat's Ass Review Workshop, her writing appears in print and online publications, most recently in Synchronized Chaos Magazine, The Blue Mountain Review, Fevers of the Mind, Sanctuary Magazine, Pleiades: Literature in Context, Rats Ass Review, and The Passionfruit Review. Fay’s poems are included in six anthologies.